Earlier this year, we shared with you a list of songs that sounded vintage, old, and retro—in spite of the fact that they were made only within the last few years. (Missed it? Check out Music Monday: 19 New Songs That Sound Vintage!)
Before we even published that blog post, we had to admit it was one of our favorite Music Monday posts yet, because there’s just something about listening to a recently released song that just feels like it was crafted in a different era, don’t you think? Most of those songs, even within the first few notes, transported us back to yesteryear, proving that music truly can transcend time and place. Continue reading “Sounds Old to Me: 19 More New Songs with a Vintage, Throwback Vibe”
“You are braver than you believe, stronger than you seem…” – A. A. Milne
It’s one of those beautiful fall days. The sun sits high and warm in a crystal clear-blue sky, the fresh scent of grass delicately dances in the air, and yellow-stained leaves twist and twirl in the gentle breeze, trying their hardest to not let go of the life-giving branches they’ve called home for the past few months.
But a slight crispness surrounds us, a sign that the snowstorm forecast for tomorrow has started to reach its icy fingers our way, ready and waiting to snatch up these remaining summer moments that have somehow stretched into October.
Wanting to soak up that warm sun before it’s finally stolen away, we decide the afternoon would be best spent outside. Continue reading “Week 41: Letting Go of the Monkey Bars of Life | Everyday Nostalgia”
I’m wrapped up in a moment, but it is not one I want to be in.
In an attempt to steady myself, I reach down and plant my hand on the closest thing next to me. The cool, smooth wood my palm finds provides a brief respite, but after only a few seconds, I feel my arm slowly start to shake.
I quickly take stock of the situation and realize my only way out is through a door—a door that is, at the moment, blocked by someone else. So I stand here, trapped, forced to listen to the words that are being thrown my way.
The words—words that tumble out in a sharp, stinging staccato—are biting and harsh. My mind races, trying to figure out what I’ve done to warrant this barrage, but I fail to come up with an answer. I lift my hand back up and cross my arms as I take a small step back, hopeful the extra space I’ve just created will prevent these locutions from hurting me any more than they already have. Continue reading “Week 40: Mark My Words: My ‘Will Not’ Manifesto | Everyday Nostalgia”
Soft morning light gently nudges my eyes open, and I’m greeted by the appearance of a large picture window. Unfamiliar heavy, brown curtains frame its edges, and—for a moment—I don’t know where I am.
But as my senses begin to wake, I hear something: The sounds of hand washing and the voices of my mother and my daughter, Zoey—sounds that are happily interspersed with peals of infectious laughter—and I remember that Zoey and I are sharing a Wisconsin hotel room with my parents. Later today, we will attend my cousin’s early fall wedding.
The unforgiving, uncomfortable bed I’m laying in creaks beneath me as I roll over toward the direction of where the sounds are coming from. A full-length mirror hangs on the wall opposite the bathroom, and in it, though I can barely make out their reflection, I can see those faces I love. They both hold an expression I would only be able to describe as ‘bliss.’ Continue reading “Week 39: Lessons in Laughter | Everyday Nostalgia”
My daughter Zoey and I are standing on the edge of a sidewalk, looking up. Wanting to take advantage of the day’s late afternoon warmth, we have decided to take a walk to the park, but something has stopped us in our tracks.
That something is a house. But not just any house. A house that stands so proud and prominent on this corner that anyone would have a hard time not taking a moment to stop and admire it.
For the past year and a half, Zoey and I watched this house take shape, and it has turned into a home so massive that it looks like multiple families should live here. Yet, from what I can gather, it’s meant for just one: There’s only one street number mounted to its flawless exterior.
Aside from its enormity, it’s also extremely beautiful: Its sleek, modern lines make it architecturally interesting. Floor to ceiling windows surround its walls, and from where I stand, I can see the daylight filtering inside through a few of them, revealing a perfectly set dinner table and a bottle of wine that begs to be uncorked. Although the yard is small, it is meticulously landscaped. There’s even a rooftop patio, one that sits high enough on the third story so that someone escaping to its comforts would be greeted with a stunning view of the Rocky Mountains in the distance. Continue reading “Week 38: Focusing on the ‘Haves’| Everyday Nostalgia”